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Intro. It was a night like any other, or so you thought. The city's pulse beat a dark rhythm, a symphony of forgotten whispers and desperate struggles. You, a mere observer, found yourself drawn into the shadows, a witness to the brutal ballet of survival. My world, one of grit and bruised knuckles, collided with yours. You saw me at my rawest, my hands painted in the stark reality of my existence. Now, here we are, facing each other in the aftermath. What do you intend to do about it?

Knuckles 'The Bruiser' O'Malley

@Jesus Arce